Foster’s Porn Story: Of Loves Lost and Friends Past Chapter 2

Of Loves Lost and
Friends Past

Chapter 2: His Story

Im
ChrisFrankies imaginary friend.

Mac couldnt believe
it. There was no way that could possibly be true, he was human!

I know what youre
thinking right about now, he continued, walking over to Frankies
side and taking her hand in his, but this is the way Frankie made
me. I look human, act human, heck, I even age like a human, but Im
really an imaginary friend.

Mac still didnt
believe him. Hed never before seen an imaginary friend who looked
human. They acted human, had human traits, but nothing like this.
Frankie must have an extremely intricate imagination, the little boy
decided.

Frankie was still as
Chris held her cold hand. He cringed as he looked over her injuries.
Had he just been a little faster, just a little, he could have gotten
Mac out of there and none of this would have ever happened. Frankie
wouldnt be lying here fighting for her life and

Uhhhhh came a
weak moan.

Chris eyes shot
open as Frankies hand grew slightly tighter in his. Mac was at her
side in a flash as the twenty-two year old slowly and weakly opened
her right eye. The left side of her face was bandaged and made it
difficult, but she managed a smile. It was weak and brought a tear to
their eyes, but it was a smile none the less.

Frankie? Chris
asked his voice full of hope.

She tried to speak,
but nothing would come out. She could only moan and the tears began
to fall. Chris started calling for a nurse as Mac reached up to take
a look at Frankie. She smiled warmly as he looked into her eyes. She
was happy to see him?

Frankie, I am so
sorry, Mac started as he hugged her with tears pouring from his
eyes, I shouldnt have run off like that

Frankie slowly shook
her head. She wouldnt blame him, she couldnt. He had run off
before she could explain. She then looked over to Chris. He wore a
weak smirk and he was unsuccessfully fighting back tears as a nurse
ran into the room pushing past him.

Miss? Miss, can you
hear me? she asked checking Frankies vitals.

She nodded in response
to all of the nurses questions. It was the best she could do.
Finally, a doctor walked into the room and began to pull the curtain
around Frankies bed. Chris was left staring at the white wall
until a pair of arms erupted from within holding Mac. The man took
Mac into his arms and carried the boy over to his own bed as the
curtain was pulled tight again. They looked each other in the eyes
and then back to the curtain. They could hear the doctor asking
questions, the same questions the nurse had asked, and they could
hear the sounds of cutting and tearing. Apparently the nurse was
changing Frankies bandages.

Do you think shell
be okay? Mac asked.

Chris nodded his head
unable to come up with a good answer. He felt sick with worry and
dread. He couldnt lose her, not after all this time. The room felt
too small and the air felt thick and heavy. He needed to get out and
get some fresh air. He needed to be anywhere but here. Mac was
feeling the same way Chris did and asked him if he could get him out
of there. The bespectacled man nodded and dug the boys clothes out
from under his hospital bed.

As the two left
Frankies room, Mac saw Wilt, Coco, Eduardo, and Bloo stretched out
over some chairs. Madame Foster and Mr. Herriman were off to the side
talking to the doctor. The smile on the older Fosters face told
them it was good news

A
few minutes later the pair walked out of the hospital and into the
crisp cool air. Mac was dressed in his usual khaki pants, a thick red
jacket, and a grey beanie. Chris stood four feet over him dressed in
blue jeans and a black hoodie. The snow had stopped falling and the
sun started to peer through the thick clouds over head. Mac could
hear Chris muttering something to himself, but he couldnt make it
out.

The two stood just
outside the emergency entrance to the hospital. For what felt like
hours they just stood there, never saying a word until finally Mac
asked about Chris true origin.

I told you, Mac,
Im Frankies imaginary friend, he restated, I was thought
up about sixteen years ago on a lonely night.

Mac turned to look at
him.

Her parents were
out having dinner and her babysitter was asleep on the couch. A
thunderstorm had started outside and the rain was pouring. Now I
dont know how much you know about Frankie, but she used to be
terrified of thunder and lightning, so she wanted a friend, someone
who she could be scared with and that was when I made the scene,
he stopped taking a breath. At first she didnt know what to
make of me. I wasnt like Wilt or Uncle Pockets, but I had been
imagined. And I couldnt have asked for a better creator. Frankie
needed a friend and so she made me, only I was like her. I looked
like a six year old, but the interesting part didnt start until we
realized that I aged like her. When she grew, I grew, as she got
older, I got older, and right up until high school we aged the same.
After that, well I kinda became what you see right now.

The young boy was
still wary of believing the mans story, but if what he said was
true then Frankie was an exceptionally gifted young lady. But still,
if he was an imaginary friend, he had to be able to do something that
a normal human couldnt, right?

I know that look,
Chris said taking a step forward, There is something I can do no
one else can, but its based upon my mood and condition. My eyes
have a way of changing color. Normally theyre a light green, but
when I get sick they turn grey and if I get angry well, they turn
red and glow. Dont ask me why, it was something Frankie wanted I
guess. Beyond that you just have to take my word for it.

Mac watched the man as
he kneeled down and pushed his hand into a pile of untouched snow. He
lifted his hand out leaving an imprint and then drew a curve under it
with his finger. Stepping back, Chris smiled, seemingly remembering a
moment from his past.

It was something
Frankie and I used to do. It was sort of like our symbol, the
older man explained sticking his hands in his pockets. Speaking of
explanations, how do we explain this to your mom?

Mac turned away and
kneeled down. How did he explain this to her? Did she even
know where he was? Did she even care?

Mac? Chris asked
kneeling down next to the boy, You okay, buddy?

Mac didnt answer.
How could he? His mom and brother didnt seem to care that he was
in the hospital and hadnt come home. They were probably happy
about it. For one thing, Terrence would be happier not having a baby
brother around. But what about his mom, didnt even care anymore?

Hey, Chris said
turning Mac to face him, Im sure they care they just thought
that since you were with us that youd be fine.

This didnt do
anything, but make Mac feel even worse. His brother hated his guts,
everyone knew that, but why didnt his mom come? Did she know he
was there? The thought brought tears to his eyes.

The older man didnt
know what to do, especially when the eight year old wrapped his arms
around him. Chris assured Mac it would be okay as he returned the
hug.

Everythingll be fine, Mac, I promise, he said in a kind
voice.

In truth, nothing
would be fine. Frankie would have to spend another week or two in the
hospital. She had broken both legs and her right arm. She had been
extremely lucky that was all she broke. Still it would be a long time
before she was back to full strength. Mac, on the other hand, was
grounded and forbidden from going to the Fosters home for a month.
His mom didnt seem to care that he had nearly been run over. All
she cared about was that her rules had been broken. Chris swore he
wouldnt let anyone adopt Bloo while Mac was on lockdown. He had
managed to win Macs trust through his actions over a period of
less than twenty-four hours.

It took time, but
things returned to some semblance of normality. At least as normal as
life could be without having Mac around for a month and having
Frankie wheelchair bound. It was an incredible thing, but Bloo
actually seemed to calm down quite a bit. It wasnt easy, but Chris
and Wilt were able to cover for Frankie as much as possible. Things
werent done quite as well as when she did them, but it was the
best they could do and Frankie didnt mind having time to sit
around and heal. Of course her injuries didnt keep a certain five
foot rabbit from commenting on her lounging about.

Look, Long Ears,
Frankie said in the sternest voice she could muster, the doctor
said I need to get as much rest as possible, but because I cant
stand not having anything to do Im still up before the rest of the
house, I still help with cooking everyones meals, even if I am
just the tray that delivers them, and I still do my chores, with a
little help from everyone else, so dont you dare accuse me of
shirking my duties, got it!

Herriman was taken
aback by the ferocity of her response, but when Madame Foster told
him to lay off the girl he did as he was told leaving Frankie alone
with her thoughts in the foyer.

I miss Mac, she
thought out loud. I miss my legs and I cant wait to get out of
these stupid things! she yelled scratching at her leg with a
ruler.

Her casts made it
impossible to scratch her itches and unfortunately, casts tend to
itch a lot. The sound of approaching footsteps made her spin and
nearly fall out of her chair. She hated that stupid thing even more
than the stupid things on her legs! She had no control over it and it
made moving not only difficult, but a risk.

Hey, Frankie, you
in here? a voice called out.

It was answered with a
loud crash followed by a string of curses. Chris ran into the foyer
to see Frankie had toppled her wheel chair.

Need a hand? he
asked smugly.

The icy stare Frankie
returned was followed by something he had forgotten, Youre such
a dick.

She used to say that
to him every time he did something to annoy her, but she hadnt
said it since they were fourteen. She said she had out grown it, but
he always knew it would come back someday.

Frankie felt like a
sack of potatoes as he lifted her into his arms and fell backwards.
Her leg casts made lifting her awkward and he exhaled deeply as she
laid on top of him staring through his glasses into his eyes. The
blood rushed to her cheeks as she giggled.

Whats so funny?
he asked, less than amused.

Do you remember the
last time we sat like this? she answered his question with another
question.

Rolling Frankie over
so she could sit up he mused, Werent we still wearing footed
pajamas?

She burst out laughing
as he gave her a puzzled look.

Youre probably
right, she said as he lifted her up to her chair.

You know, it wasnt
that long ago, probably sometime in high school, he finished
adjusting her legs so she sat comfortably.

Frankie looked away to
hide the blushing. She remembered the last time he held her like that
almost like it was yesterday, but shed never admit to it. Chris
dusted himself off and then started down the hallway pushing Frankie
along. They didnt speak. They didnt have to.

The pair made their
way to Frankies room where her desk had been made over into a
dinner table with soup, a chicken breast, bread, and a glass of Coke.
Chris placed her just far enough from the food that she couldnt
reach it and laughed as she grabbed desperately for it.

Come on, come on,
this isnt fair! Frankie pleaded, I wanna eat!

He sat down next to
her and grabbed a fork with a slice of chicken and brought it right
to her mouth.

Ahhh, he said
waving the fork in front of her face.

Her icy stare
returned, Youre gonna feed me like a baby!

I was told to help
you in anyway possible, so to reduce the strain on your delicate, yet
beautiful body, Im going to feed you, he answered, not
realizing what he had said, and its not like a baby, Im just
helping out a dear friend.

Frankie blushed and
bowed her head. Did he realize what he just said? Probably not, he
was a goof.

Alright, she
said pulling his hand closer to take a bite.

It was delicious, so
juicy and she couldnt help, but moan.

Glad you like it,
Chris said smiling.

To be continued

Heres the second
chapter and probably the last one you can expect for awhile. I have a
lot coming up with classes and all plus I have another fic Im
working on. Well, anyway hope you like it!